The delicate balance between modesty and conceit is popularity.
The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.
No Roman ever was able to say, 'I dined last night with the Borgias'.
Somehow, our sense of justice never turns in its sleep till long after the sense of injustice in others has been thoroughly aroused.
It is easier to confess a defect than to claim a quality.
Incongruity is the mainspring of laughter.